Monthly Archives: October 2013

Torre di Pisa

Posted on October 3, 2013 by Ijagun Poetry Journal

We are not in the district of Tuscany long enough to practice leaning against the sky: whatever invisible force holds us up, holds all things together. We harness inertia for relationships. For when we are in motion; we wish to … Continue reading →

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Fratricide

Posted on October 3, 2013 by Ijagun Poetry Journal

Why do we kill? For suspense, is there a thrill? What about the recompense, Or is that too, just an after-thought? Are we grim as the reaper When we in fact are over-wrought – do we deny we are our … Continue reading →

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The Sun’s Dance

Posted on October 3, 2013 by Ijagun Poetry Journal

(For Kofi Awoonor)   the sun shines bright when the day opens its eyes at the centre of the sky   it shines brighter in the mid-day when it beams and reaches the centre of our heads   it stays … Continue reading →

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This life, my brother

Posted on October 3, 2013 by Ijagun Poetry Journal

(For Kofi Awoonor)   This life, my brother is a battle-field of souls malevolent, benevolent endless strife restless life   This life, my brother is where you fight it hard and still earn it bad   This life, my brother … Continue reading →

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Hem

Posted on October 3, 2013 by Ijagun Poetry Journal

Jesus is waiting in Heaven for me when I die, Miss Hooker at Sunday School says. So I’d better watch it, my sinning, so much so that I never sin again or else when I get up there He’ll toss … Continue reading →

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Tips

Posted on October 3, 2013 by Ijagun Poetry Journal

I want to die so that I can go to Heaven and live forever but my Sunday School teacher, Miss Hooker, tells me that’s a sin, wanting to die and wanting to die like that especially. No, I have to … Continue reading →

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The last poem I will ever write you

Posted on October 3, 2013 by Ijagun Poetry Journal

~ i loved you like a yawn: the tensening of my abdomen when your hand found my hip my legs flexed to keep from quivering the way only once you called me honey and the words found their way directly … Continue reading →

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advice

Posted on October 3, 2013 by Ijagun Poetry Journal

(for the writer who can’t write, and who doesn’t know how to live without writing)   study people’s mouths on the subway, then write their lips’ biographies. look up recordings of whale songs, eking sound from their mass, translate those … Continue reading →

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The Fairest Mark

Posted on October 3, 2013 by Ijagun Poetry Journal

We are not as the day Whose length is well-defined No breath seized midway Its demise, its joy. We are not as the day For men’s art cannot just Efface the footprints We do not fare same. Are we as … Continue reading →

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The Trouble With Expectation

Posted on October 3, 2013 by Ijagun Poetry Journal

The tumbling and Falling of disgusting Expectation – It rides the weary Soul for the rest of Its days. James Maxwell

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